Aged or in prime
As when due is time
Death is no friend
Brings man to end
The tide with strength rises and falls
So goes man when eternity calls
As flame or smoke in ascend dissolves
Man turn to dust from whence he evolved
When by death kindred climbed their hills
Let our hearts with God's fountain fills
In God's poetic mould man's life is cast
To God's symphony man breath his last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Ezekiel. Thanks for sharing